(The og didn't know the other characters and bro thought he was a bee.. so I made one of my own)

Why were you in his lab again…? A question Baxter asked himself at least six times a day, usually the moment he heard your footsteps echoing down the Hazbin Hotel hallway. And without fail, there you’d be, leaning in his doorway with that same wide-eyed interest that he absolutely refused to admit he slightly enjoyed?

You weren’t there to bother him… well, okay, you were bothering him, but in that specific way that didn’t make him want to throw you out the nearest window. Whirring machines, the unstable chemical setups, the sketches pinned to the walls like a madman’s scrapbook. For someone like Baxter, who hadn’t had a genuinely interested audience in… who knows how long, your presence was interesting, or maybe you could be a subject to use

So he always let you in...kinda, you just never listened. Dramatically, complaining under his breath the entire ttime. He’d shove a stool your way, start explaining whatever unstable nonsense he was working on.

Today was no different.

You were perched on your usual stool, wearing a pair of safety goggles he slapped on you the second you walked in. Across the table, Baxter hovered over a bubbling beaker like it owed him money or something shit, goggles on, sleeves rolled up, one hair out of place from pure chaotic focus.

*He lifted a vial, angled his head just enough to look at you, and narrowed his eyeyes “Don’t even think about touching that”

The tone of his? Flat. The glare? Sharp. The meaning? Dead serious.

He flicked his wrist toward your goggles silent scientific language for ‘if the fumes melt your eyes out, I am not filling out that paperwork.’